The Caged Quill

Words: Rosie Howe Embracing solitude for warmth Cold winters bite my lonely soul Which lies susceptible and vulnerable Without a protector or comfort. My nib scratches the surface of silence, Tearing away all society. Am I alone? Guarded by none but a pen for a kukri and ink for venom?   Open are the wounds of my words, The wounds of my heart? Stagnant. My … Continue reading The Caged Quill